"Good morning, Hon," Denise said, smiling broadly at him.
"God! Hearing her calling me with that endearment from her mouth makes me love her even more," Mike thought to himself as he struggled to keep his emotions in check.
"Did you sleep well?" he inquired, and she simply nodded.
"Go get dressed, and then we'll go to breakfast," he said softly.
"Yes, hon," she said with a smile. Denise is well aware that Mike enjoys addressing him as "hon."
Denise then pushed down the cover and went to the restroom. Mike went to another bathroom to get ready as well. When he was finished, he spotted her standing in front of him brushing her soft hair in front of the mirror.
She was nicely dressed in her boyfriend's jeans and a fantastic shirt. "She looks so fucking good," he said quietly as he walked behind her and rested his chin on her shoulder, looking into the mirror at her eyes as he notices her flushed face.
"I love you, hon," Mike said.
"I love you too," Denise replied as she kissed him on his lips.
"You're giving me a boner, hon," Mike said softly as he cupped her breast, making her gasp. Her waistband tightened, and she felt his length poke her in the stomach.
He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck, keeping Denise to softly moan as her hands found their way into his soft locks.
He kissed her somewhere on her neck, causing her to bend her back into him. She could feel him smirking, but she was taken aback when she felt him bite down hard before comforting it with his tongue.
"M-Mike, ahhhh," she moaned, gripping both of her wrists in one hand and raising them above her head as she felt his d*ck get harder and harder. He takes his free hand and feels her slit with two fingers, causing her to whimper.
"Oh, hon, you're so f*cking wet," he groans. "Does the touch of my c*ck make you wet like this?"
"Please," says Denise.
He releases her wrists and places them behind her back, her face now pressed against the mirror. As she whimpers, he continues to rub her clit in a slow, circular motion.
"F*ck, you're so hot to tease," he whispers in her ear before planting a gentle kiss on her neck. Denise wiggles her buttocks, attempting to press up against him.
"I'm going to need him," she told herself.
"Please, f*ck me now, hon," she begs.
Denise quickly turned around, and his mouth landed on her as they undressed each other. Mike's hands squeeze her thighs, and she knows what he wants. As his hardness pressed against her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned. "Mike..."
"You really want my c*ck inside your tight p*ssy, huh?" he says, his voice deep, his eyes dark.
"Ahhh, Y-yes, please!" Denise exclaimed as Mike slammed into her, hissing with delight.
"Damn, you're still freaking tight," he grips his shoulders and pounds hard into her.
"Ahh-oh god," he bends his head and takes one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking on it. Suddenly, he bites down on it, making her scream out in pain and pleasure, he continues his torture on her breast, switching between the two, and his constant thrust never stops.
"Ahhhh-oh- I'm cl-close!" she screams as she digs her nails into his shoulders. Suddenly, she feels one of his hands move between them and press against her clitoral region. He rolls the bud between his thumb and pointer finger, gradually bringing her closer to her release.
He moves his hip slightly and almost pulls out of her before smacking back into her channel and hitting her g-spot. He repeats this several times before she screams, "I'm going to cum!"
"Do it hon, cum for me. Cum all over my long hard c*ck," his dirty talk and light command has her reaching for the stars. As her release blows through her, she throws her head back and tightens around him.
"Ah, f*ck," he groans.
"Cum inside me. Fill me up with says cum," she says, causing him to grab her a$$ with both hands and pound in her four more times before releasing his warm soggy white substance inside her, coating her walls.
After that arduous activity, they shower and redress before proceeding downstairs.
"Good morning, couple," Samantha said with a smile as she prepared their breakfast. Denise then noticed Claire giving her a b*tch glare, but she just smirked.
"Good morning, Claire. How's your sleep?" Denise asks sarcastically, knowing Claire didn't sleep well because of her dark circle eye bags.
Claire did not respond, instead of rolling her eyes at her. Samantha laughed as a result of this.
"Let's eat our breakfast," Ronnie said as he placed the fried beef on the plate.
Then everyone began to eat their breakfast. "You should try this, Hon," Mike said as he placed the fried beef on Denise's plate.
"You're both too sweet, couple, and it makes me jealous," Samantha commented.
"Baby, I'm here, you don't have to be jealous of them," Ronnie said, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"We can have an intense activity as they did earlier," Ronnie said quietly. Denise choked up when she heard what Ronnie had to say.
"F*ck, are we that loud?" muttered Denise to Mike.
"No, well, Ronnie was just joking, but you're too obvious hon," Mike laughed as he wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her cheek. Claire then suddenly walks out.
~
"Ahhh! I despise that b*tch!" Claire screamed angrily as she threw her belongings.
"She's really testing my patience!" she grumbled, clenching her teeth.
"But how do I begin my plan of that b*tch who is always glued to my Mikey?" she mumbled as she picked up her phone from the lampshade table and dialed someone.
"Hello? Let's meet tonight; I need your help."
"What kind of help do you want from me?"
"Please give me some sex drugs."